Cry , Even better if you , beg

Leyla vaguely remembered the rest of the events as she lay exhausted on the bed, all she knew was that they had been in the reception room when it started, and now they were back in the bedroom.

Her breathing was ragged as she tried her best to catch more air. She didn't know what they were doing now, but she was vaguely aware that right now her wrists were bound together above her head. She hardly had any strength left in her to participate further in their activity, but she had enough left to shoot glares at the duke.

Matthias on the other hand, only gave her a lethargic grin as he pulled tight the knot on his tie. Leyla gasped as she felt her bounds tighten, making her arch her back in a feeble attempt to get some blood circulation in her hands.

"Un-untie me this instant!" she hissed, struggling to loosen up the tie. Matthias only hummed, hovering over her as he ran his fingers through her golden locks.

"Shh, hold still, Leyla," he whispered next to her ear, "Try to keep still for me." he murmured, breathing in the scent of her mixing with that musky scent of sex. He straightened up once more, one hand hefting her up the pillows as the other adjusted her wrists to a more comfortable position. "Keep struggling and the knots will go tighter around you."

Matthias got up from the bed, fetching the blanket that made its way to the floor, draping it all over her naked body, when she twisted away from him, causing it to fall once more on the floor. He frowned momentarily, before deciding that the warmth from the fireplace would be sufficient enough to keep Leyla warm on his bed, and thus smiled to himself in satisfaction.

He climbed back on the bed, situating himself beside her, brushing back the locks that stuck to her face. She kept glaring up at him defiantly, and knew he wouldn't be able to get her to willingly take a bath with him. Which was a shame because he really wanted to bathe with her. But he had expected she wouldn't stay inebriated for long, the alcohol's effect having burned through her system by their strenuous activity.

Eventually, he stood up once more, and headed straight for his bathroom. He was confident Leyla wouldn't be able to leave before he was through with her.

He took his sweet time in savoring the hot water running down his skin, lathering his body up with soap as the water pelted his skin continuously. He then got out and dried himself off, before heading back to bed, where he found Leyla dropping off to sleep as she let herself rest against the soft sheets beneath her. Though his eyes narrowed when he saw the pillow he propped her back against had joined the blanket on the floor.

With a sigh he came closer to her, swinging the towel over his shoulder as he loosened up the tie around her wrists, revealing reddened skin underneath, making him sigh in disappointment at her continued resistance.

"I told you to keep still." he admonished her. Through her sleep addled brain, Leyla only glared in response.